From Travelpod:
"So happy to be out of Bangkok! After 6 hours on the bus, I arrive in Sukhothai and find myself at the No. 4 Guesthouse. The weather is cooler and the air MUCH less polluted and my hostess is an amazingly sweet woman named Ng. Spent the afternoon reading and relaxing on my bungalow porch. Dinner was home made by Ng and then I taught my Italian bungalow neighbor to play Cribbage. (He beat me.)"
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Friday, February 22, 2008
Salughterhouse Cribbage Champ...
From Vonneblog:
"Bob talked about how the American soldiers had to go into the buildings and bring out the dead and stack them up," Hays said.
"They'd stack them up in piles of 500 and then burn them. There was nothing else to do with all the bodies. Bob told me he couldn't get the image out of his head, and he couldn't talk about it for a very long time."
Said Jerry: "The stories Dad told were gruesome. Almost indescribable. I know it was hard for him. He weighed about 190 pounds when he enlisted. He weighed about 130 when he got out of Dresden."
Bob came home to Iowa, raised his family in a one-story house at 56th and University and worked as a truck driver and freight manager at H&W Motor Express. He talked to his pals at the Amvets post and loved playing cribbage. In fact, he was runner-up in the cribbage tournament at the Iowa State Fair at the age of 88.
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"Bob talked about how the American soldiers had to go into the buildings and bring out the dead and stack them up," Hays said.
"They'd stack them up in piles of 500 and then burn them. There was nothing else to do with all the bodies. Bob told me he couldn't get the image out of his head, and he couldn't talk about it for a very long time."
Said Jerry: "The stories Dad told were gruesome. Almost indescribable. I know it was hard for him. He weighed about 190 pounds when he enlisted. He weighed about 130 when he got out of Dresden."
Bob came home to Iowa, raised his family in a one-story house at 56th and University and worked as a truck driver and freight manager at H&W Motor Express. He talked to his pals at the Amvets post and loved playing cribbage. In fact, he was runner-up in the cribbage tournament at the Iowa State Fair at the age of 88.
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Cheese, charm, criminals and cribbage...
From 3-Way TV:
"A 33-year-old Helena man faces a felony charge of burglary for allegedly breaking into his ex-girlfriend’s home and stealing cheese, a cribbage board and a copy of “Women Who Love Too Much,” among other items.
Police arrested Shane William Pursley early Saturday morning.
About 3:30 a.m., officers were dispatched to a residence on the 200 block of Broadway to investigate a possible burglary in process.
When police arrived, they saw Pursley, who appeared intoxicated, exiting the residence through the back door and apprehended him.
Police located a paperback book, a wooden cribbage board, a half-torn photo of the ex-girlfriend and a hand-written note, all of which Pursley had been holding, on the ground next to the back door."
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.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-. cribbage...
From reallyrelyay:
"Two summers ago my boyfriend taught me how to play cribbage. We sat adjacent to one another in cracked plastic lawn chairs, his grandmother’s old wooden board between us. We would have been out at the bars like any other normal twenty-something’s, but we were both unemployed and broke that summer, we lived like grannies. He taught me how to play using rhyme schemes: Fifteen-two the rest won’t do, fifteen-four, there ain’t no more, fifteen-two I guess I’m screwed, fifteensix the rest is nixed, and so on. He told me that it was mathematically impossible to get a hand that had nineteen points. One time my hand didn’t have any points so I told him it had nineteen. Nineteen became code for zero. We spoke in code a lot of the time. He told me he loved me when he bought me my own toothbrush for his house. That night I told him I loved him by tapping it in Morse code between his shoulder blades when he was sleeping. .. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-."
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They came from Leeds...
From Joandbill2:
"We spent a very pleasant evening with Joan and Arthur, a couple of English folk staying here, playing cribbage. They come from Leeds, although they are really Londoners originally, and it is surprising how each area of the country seems to have it’s own rules for card games. So it makes for an interesting experience."
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"We spent a very pleasant evening with Joan and Arthur, a couple of English folk staying here, playing cribbage. They come from Leeds, although they are really Londoners originally, and it is surprising how each area of the country seems to have it’s own rules for card games. So it makes for an interesting experience."
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Cribbage Clones...
From Enumero Cribbage Boards:
"Here was big chance to drill my own crib board template - except mine would be drilled in 1/8" inch plastic instead of steel. (( For the record, I only know of 3 places you can buy cribbage templates online and place sell a different kind of template: Rockler (plastic), Lee Valley (paper) and iasco-tesco (steel)."
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"Here was big chance to drill my own crib board template - except mine would be drilled in 1/8" inch plastic instead of steel. (( For the record, I only know of 3 places you can buy cribbage templates online and place sell a different kind of template: Rockler (plastic), Lee Valley (paper) and iasco-tesco (steel)."
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Sunday, February 17, 2008
Cribbage and the Sherku...
First of all, what the heck is a sherku? The explanation can be found at Steve Sherlock's blog on poetry (link below). But the short answer is written in sherku format, which I quote here:
seventeen is not enough but
two more makes nineteen
still an impossible goal
After you read more below you will see that there should be 19 sylables... I count 20 in the sherku explaining what a sherku is. Perhaps this is irony... if so I find it funny... if not; bewildering. Read on...
From Quiet Poet:
"The initial answer is:
Well, it is somewhat "tongue in cheek" but very much like haiku. It differs in that is my spin on creation. I add my "2 cents worth" to it. I follow the standard form and convention somewhat and deviate as necessary.
For example, while convention calls for 17 syllables, I prefer to recommend 19.
Why 19?
Well, 17 is confining, 19 provides more (recall 2 cents). 19 is also a number from a card game called "Cribbage" where 19 is an impossible score to achieve.
Trying to condense a feeling, an image to some number (19 in this case) is an impossible task (recall Cribbage score) to try but try we must."
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So, here is my own attempt at a cribbage sherku. Forgive my desire to always rhyme... it's my plebian need for gaudiness:
If cribbage is poetry,
pegging is rhyme,
19 morphs from nil to sublime
Cool. I'm a poet and didn't realize.
:o)
seventeen is not enough but
two more makes nineteen
still an impossible goal
After you read more below you will see that there should be 19 sylables... I count 20 in the sherku explaining what a sherku is. Perhaps this is irony... if so I find it funny... if not; bewildering. Read on...
From Quiet Poet:
"The initial answer is:
Well, it is somewhat "tongue in cheek" but very much like haiku. It differs in that is my spin on creation. I add my "2 cents worth" to it. I follow the standard form and convention somewhat and deviate as necessary.
For example, while convention calls for 17 syllables, I prefer to recommend 19.
Why 19?
Well, 17 is confining, 19 provides more (recall 2 cents). 19 is also a number from a card game called "Cribbage" where 19 is an impossible score to achieve.
Trying to condense a feeling, an image to some number (19 in this case) is an impossible task (recall Cribbage score) to try but try we must."
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So, here is my own attempt at a cribbage sherku. Forgive my desire to always rhyme... it's my plebian need for gaudiness:
If cribbage is poetry,
pegging is rhyme,
19 morphs from nil to sublime
Cool. I'm a poet and didn't realize.
:o)
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Avocado Cribbage Tournament...
From the Fallbrook Village News:
"It was a great day for cribbage in the Avocado Capital of the World on January 26, when the Seventh Annual Fallbrook Avocado Cribbage Tournament was held.
Tournament Director Obie Weeks reported that all 62 players took home delicious avocados. Locally grown Hass and Fuerte avocados were donated by Calavo Growers and Del Rey Packing House.
All players took home at least five avocados, with all qualifiers in the main event and the top four winners in the consolation tournament toting home additional avocados. The California Avocado Commission also furnished an avocado scooper/slicer, recipe book and refrigerator magnet for all players..."
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"It was a great day for cribbage in the Avocado Capital of the World on January 26, when the Seventh Annual Fallbrook Avocado Cribbage Tournament was held.
Tournament Director Obie Weeks reported that all 62 players took home delicious avocados. Locally grown Hass and Fuerte avocados were donated by Calavo Growers and Del Rey Packing House.
All players took home at least five avocados, with all qualifiers in the main event and the top four winners in the consolation tournament toting home additional avocados. The California Avocado Commission also furnished an avocado scooper/slicer, recipe book and refrigerator magnet for all players..."
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Thursday, February 14, 2008
Mother Mary comes to play cribbage...
From Amazing Trips:
Everyone loved my mother. Everyone still does. She has a magnetic personality and has more friendships than anyone I know. She is genuinely interested in every person she meets and has the nickname "Barbara Walters" because she will know your life story in 10 minutes or less. And then, she'll teach you how to play cribbage.
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Everyone loved my mother. Everyone still does. She has a magnetic personality and has more friendships than anyone I know. She is genuinely interested in every person she meets and has the nickname "Barbara Walters" because she will know your life story in 10 minutes or less. And then, she'll teach you how to play cribbage.
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USS Los Angeles embarks with a piece of submarine history
Photo Caption: PEARL HARBOR, HI--Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy (MCPON) Joe R. Campa Jr. and Sailors from USS Los Angeles (SSN 688) pose with a cribbage board that belonged to Medal of Honor recipient and World War II prisoner of war Rear Admiral Richard H. "Dick" O'Kane. The more than sixty-year-old cribbage board came into the possession of the Pacific Submarine Force and it became tradition to pass the cribbage board to the oldest submarine in the Fleet. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Michael Perez.
From Commander Submarine Force Pacific:
PEARL HARBOR, HI--The United States Navy is steeped in customs, courtesies and rituals. There’s the Navy Birthday Ball, the newly commissioned officer’s wetting down and the referral to a ship as “she.” But there’s also a U.S. submarine tradition that a few, other than submariners, knew about until now…it’s the guardian of the cribbage board.
The nuclear-powered attack submarine, USS Los Angeles (SSN 688) recently departed its homeport of Pearl Harbor, Tuesday, May 7, for a Western Pacific deployment. This time the submarine deployed with a cribbage board that belonged to Medal of Honor recipient and World War II prisoner of war Rear Admiral Richard H. “Dick” O’Kane.
Rear Admiral O’Kane was awarded the Medal of Honor for his daring attacks on two Japanese convoys while in command of the World War II submarine USS Tang (SS 306) during its fifth and final patrol in 1944. His citation states, “With ships bearing down from all sides, he charged the enemy at high speed, exploding the tanker in a burst of flame, smashing the transport dead in the water, and blasting the destroyer with a mighty roar which rocked the Tang from stem to stern. Expending his last two torpedoes into the remnants of a once powerful convoy before his own ship went down.” After his submarine was sunk, the Japanese captured then-Commander O’Kane who spent the rest of the war in secret captivity.
After it was cleaned and restored, the more than sixty-year-old cribbage board came into the possession of the Pacific Submarine Force and the tradition of passing the cribbage board from the oldest submarine to the next was started. O’Kane’s wife Ernestine was the sponsor of the second submarine named USS Tang (SS 563), the original keeper of the board. Tang was stricken from the Navy Vessel Register in 1987.
USS Kamehameha (SSN 642) was the longest commissioned of the oldest submarines to safeguard the board. Kamehameha was decommissioned in 2002 after nearly 37 years of service. The game board then went to USS Parche (SSN 683). Parche was the namesake of one of the most highly decorated subs to serve in the Pacific Fleet during WWII. Although Parche decommissioned in July 2005, the cribbage board was finally sent to USS Los Angeles this year.
“It’s an honor to deploy with O’Kane’s cribbage board,” said USS Los Angeles Commanding Officer Erik Burian. “Embarking with a piece of submarine history is a constant reminder of the legacy that we will continue. My crew and I enjoy passing time playing cribbage while not on duty and we are proud that we can carry on the tradition.”
Card games were a favorite form of entertainment for submariners while on deployment during World War II and cribbage was a popular game on USS Wahoo (SS-238) with Executive Officer O’Kane and his Commanding Officer, World War II legend Dudley “Mush” Morton.
Cribbage lore among submariners is that while patrolling in the shallow waters of the Yellow Sea during its fourth war patrol, Morton dealt O’Kane a perfect 29, the highest possible score for combinations in a single cribbage deal. The crew felt that it was a lucky omen and Wahoo sank two Japanese freighters that night.
Three days later, while patrolling off the Korean coast south of Chinnampo, Morton dealt a 28- point hand to O’Kane. They sank two freighters that day and another one the following day.
Although, USS Los Angeles has no plans to torpedo any freighters while deployed, it will be maintaining its presence in the Western Pacific.
“We have the newest technology on the oldest U.S. submarine,” said Burian. “I have complete confidence in my crew to get the job done.”
Every time a Sailor is qualified, Burian reads a different passage from Theodore Roscoe’s United States Submarine Operations in World War II.
“It helps to keep the crew grounded and to stay focused on the big picture,” said Burian.
USS Los Angeles, the fourth naval ship to be named after the City of Los Angeles, is the lead ship of her class. Designed as a follow-on to the sturgeon class submarines built during the 1960s, the Los Angeles class incorporated improved sound quieting and a larger propulsion plant than previous classes. Its many capabilities include wartime functions of undersea warfare, surface warfare, strike warfare, mining operations, special forces delivery, reconnaissance, carrier battle group support and escort, and intelligence collection. Her missiles can reach targets on 75 percent of the Earth’s land surface.
-USN-
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Man is "victim" to two 29 hands...
From Beloit Daily News:
"Two Beloit cribbage players recently beat the odds and held 29 hands. A mutual friend happened to be the opponent in both games. It's said that the chance of being dealt a 29 hand in cribbage is one in more than 100,000. A player who is dealt six cards must put two cards in the “crib.” If he or she keeps a jack, or “nobs,” and three fives, and the “turn-up” card happens to be the five of the suit of the aforementioned jack, it's a perfect hand.
WITH THAT information in mind, consider what happened to Beloit cribbage fan Rob Rassmussen recently. And try to calculate the odds of it happening to one player. A million-to-one might be a conservative guess."
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"Two Beloit cribbage players recently beat the odds and held 29 hands. A mutual friend happened to be the opponent in both games. It's said that the chance of being dealt a 29 hand in cribbage is one in more than 100,000. A player who is dealt six cards must put two cards in the “crib.” If he or she keeps a jack, or “nobs,” and three fives, and the “turn-up” card happens to be the five of the suit of the aforementioned jack, it's a perfect hand.
WITH THAT information in mind, consider what happened to Beloit cribbage fan Rob Rassmussen recently. And try to calculate the odds of it happening to one player. A million-to-one might be a conservative guess."
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Cribbage tournaments etc...
From A Rose by Any Other Name:
"He was in Reno to compete in a Cribbage tournament. I know what your thinking... There are Cribbage tournaments? You bet and soon he will be a Master Cribbage player. If you like cribbage check out The American Cribbage Congress. According to their website over 1,000 people attended the tournament in Reno this past weekend. There are clubs all over the country including one here in Mesa. Since I am not going to be doing much in Toastmasters next year, maybe I should join the local Cribbage Club. But I am thinking I may be WAY younger then the average member. Even my Dad says that he is surrounded by gray hair when he is at these tournaments. And he is 62! But you never know what can happen."
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"He was in Reno to compete in a Cribbage tournament. I know what your thinking... There are Cribbage tournaments? You bet and soon he will be a Master Cribbage player. If you like cribbage check out The American Cribbage Congress. According to their website over 1,000 people attended the tournament in Reno this past weekend. There are clubs all over the country including one here in Mesa. Since I am not going to be doing much in Toastmasters next year, maybe I should join the local Cribbage Club. But I am thinking I may be WAY younger then the average member. Even my Dad says that he is surrounded by gray hair when he is at these tournaments. And he is 62! But you never know what can happen."
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Cribbage hand of the day...
Check out this cool site where you can choose your cribbage hand of the day: http://www.dailycribbagehand.org/results.php
Monday, February 11, 2008
How Cribbage Explains the Two Maines...
From Westbrook Diarist:
"I laughed out loud (I mean, I LOL) this morning when I read this article about a bill designed to lower the fees groups are expected to pay for licenses to sponsor cribbage games, especially this nugget from the bill's sponsor, State Senator Peter Mills (R-Somerset):
Mills, who convinced legislative leaders that his bill had to be considered this year because it's an emergency, said cribbage is a critical part of the fabric of life in rural Maine. "Up in Somerset County, we appreciate these small social amenities," he said. "Some of you more sophisticated people in southern Maine may have other forms of amusement, but we're very easily satisfied."
I suspect this last quote was dripping with sarcasm, but it's humorous nonetheless.
- John C.L. Morgan
P.S. Full disclosure: Though it's of little consequence for this story, I thought I should disclose the fact that I volunteered for State Senator Mills's failed bid for governor in 2006."
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"I laughed out loud (I mean, I LOL) this morning when I read this article about a bill designed to lower the fees groups are expected to pay for licenses to sponsor cribbage games, especially this nugget from the bill's sponsor, State Senator Peter Mills (R-Somerset):
Mills, who convinced legislative leaders that his bill had to be considered this year because it's an emergency, said cribbage is a critical part of the fabric of life in rural Maine. "Up in Somerset County, we appreciate these small social amenities," he said. "Some of you more sophisticated people in southern Maine may have other forms of amusement, but we're very easily satisfied."
I suspect this last quote was dripping with sarcasm, but it's humorous nonetheless.
- John C.L. Morgan
P.S. Full disclosure: Though it's of little consequence for this story, I thought I should disclose the fact that I volunteered for State Senator Mills's failed bid for governor in 2006."
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Unplugged cribbage...
From .Ariels's photostream:
"On my first of 52 nights unplugged, I wrote a letter to my friend Megan, and soundly beat Andreas at cribbage!"
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Cribbage and crows...
From Triathlete and Teacher:
"CrÃa cuervos y te pecan los ojos."
"You raise crows and they peck out your eyes." - (Uplifting) Spanish proverb
We sit around the kitchen table, warm and toasty, full and satisfied. And deadly serious. The cribbage board is between us, a double elimination tournament is in progress, and I want to win. To eliminate my opponent. I bury my two cards in the crib and lift up my eyes, studying her through narrowed slits.
My mom is still weighing her options. I catch her eye and say what's on my mind, "Mom, I love you, but I want to beat you. I'm competitive."
Her blue eyes twinkle right back at mine, "So am I."
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Sunday, February 10, 2008
A poem with cribbage in it!!!
From heartsdeesire
Waiting
I am waiting for the light to change,
from red to gold to green and then
to fuscia and cyan, to tourmaline and salmon,
for the walk/don’t walk sign to break into Claire de Lune
and tap dance down the street, for awnings over swank boutiques
to join hands and become the flags
of brand new nations no one’s visited before,
where bacon rolls of yellow and chartreuse
are sold in outdoor stalls
to people who stand lunching without shoes.
Where women in cafes approach, suggest
I take them home for games of cribbage,
games that last for hours and end on sheepskin rugs
in front of fires, I confess
I’m waiting to become indigenous, for
my hide to thicken and my fears to thin,
for my ancient dog to die,
my well to spring to wet again,
for you to leave your husband
For the one day I will turn to see
you standing by my kitchen sink,
and when I run my hands along
your shoulders to the cleft
between your breasts you’re really there.
~Margo Solod
Some Very Soft Days
Waiting
I am waiting for the light to change,
from red to gold to green and then
to fuscia and cyan, to tourmaline and salmon,
for the walk/don’t walk sign to break into Claire de Lune
and tap dance down the street, for awnings over swank boutiques
to join hands and become the flags
of brand new nations no one’s visited before,
where bacon rolls of yellow and chartreuse
are sold in outdoor stalls
to people who stand lunching without shoes.
Where women in cafes approach, suggest
I take them home for games of cribbage,
games that last for hours and end on sheepskin rugs
in front of fires, I confess
I’m waiting to become indigenous, for
my hide to thicken and my fears to thin,
for my ancient dog to die,
my well to spring to wet again,
for you to leave your husband
For the one day I will turn to see
you standing by my kitchen sink,
and when I run my hands along
your shoulders to the cleft
between your breasts you’re really there.
~Margo Solod
Some Very Soft Days
Cribbage champion in Green Valley AZ...
From the Green Valley News & Sun
"Local cribbage champ and Quail Creek resident Bill Ellis describes the card game as “gymnastics for the brain.”
“I have a great appreciation for trying to stay young, and cribbage sure gives your mind a workout,” Ellis said.
The enthusiastic 71-year-old recently took home the gold medal at the Tucson Senior Olympics, and will be competing at the Green Valley Senior Olympics in March. After that, his sights are set on a national tournament in Reno, Nev., where he and more than 700 players will be competing for the chance to win $10,000.
But Ellis is in it for the love of the game. A game so popular, he says, that its rules have barely changed since the early 17th century, when it was invented by English poet Sir John Suckling as a derivation of a traditional game called “noddy.”
Noddy has since faded into history, but cribbage is here to stay.
The American Cribbage Congress, a non-profit organization with the mission of making the game “fun and fair for people of all ages,” sponsors 150 tournaments each year and lists nearly 300 local chapters across the country. This includes the Titans Cribbage Club of Green Valley, hosted by Ellis, a certified cribbage judge with the ACC..."
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Saturday, February 9, 2008
Cribbage, infinity and beyond...
From Dine's Daily Disasters: http://dinedvl.blogspot.com/2008/02/lucky-girl.html
"Jon spent a month carving a piece of Koa (native hawaiian tree) wood into a most beautiful cutting board. I love cool wood boards. Its awesome. But not only that, he also made a wicked cool cribbage board,each hole carefully drilled, in the shape of an infinity sign. Damn, its cool.
My friend Caitlin sent me a cribbage board also, but its the light travel kind we used on the NOLS course, except that she totally pimped it up and its all bedazzled. Hehe....its sweeet! I cant wait to take it on my next trip, oh wait that be tomorrow!!! YAY!"
Full post here: http://dinedvl.blogspot.com/2008/02/lucky-girl.html
"Jon spent a month carving a piece of Koa (native hawaiian tree) wood into a most beautiful cutting board. I love cool wood boards. Its awesome. But not only that, he also made a wicked cool cribbage board,each hole carefully drilled, in the shape of an infinity sign. Damn, its cool.
My friend Caitlin sent me a cribbage board also, but its the light travel kind we used on the NOLS course, except that she totally pimped it up and its all bedazzled. Hehe....its sweeet! I cant wait to take it on my next trip, oh wait that be tomorrow!!! YAY!"
Full post here: http://dinedvl.blogspot.com/2008/02/lucky-girl.html
Amy Sample Ward loves cribbage...
From Portland On Fire: http://www.portlandonfire.com/amysampleward/
"I am also into doing small things every day that could add up to a better life and a better world, like biking (a lot, especially with Max, Rachel, and Zach!), choosing a vegan diet of local, organic produce, and smiling at strangers. I really love game nights with friends, especially some good competition of 25 Words or Less, Pictionary, or Cribbage. If I’m not or cannot be on a bike ride (non-commute ride, that is) then a hike or long walk with the pup is pretty predictable. Spare time is usually reserved for visiting with family (I grew up in Forest Grove, w00t!), or drinking Portland coffee with friends..."
See full article here: http://www.portlandonfire.com/amysampleward/
Thursday, February 7, 2008
High hand of 24... but no win for John...
From John Burn's Blog:
"I got the updated standings for the cribbage tournament today. We aren't in last place, close, and there were a few of us that only managed one win. So it could've been worse. I tied for the high hand on the night with 24 points. You know your in trouble when you score a 24 point hand, and you still lose the game."
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Familiar faces of cribbage...
From Chippertue's World:
"I kept looking at the guy because he looked so familiar and then it dawned on me, it was Jim of Jim and Brenda. They come by every two or three months to play cribbage with our cribbage group, it just kind of threw me a little bit because I wasn't expecting to see him and I couldn't think of where I knew him from. It made me realize that I'm ready for another cribbage night. His parents are the sweetest couple and I really think that they would love it here."
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"I kept looking at the guy because he looked so familiar and then it dawned on me, it was Jim of Jim and Brenda. They come by every two or three months to play cribbage with our cribbage group, it just kind of threw me a little bit because I wasn't expecting to see him and I couldn't think of where I knew him from. It made me realize that I'm ready for another cribbage night. His parents are the sweetest couple and I really think that they would love it here."
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Clifford R. B. Perreault... Pegged Out...
From the MiningGazette.com:
CENTENNIAL — Clifford R. B. Perreault, 75, a resident of Centennial Location, passed away on Tuesday, February 5, 2008, at his home following a lengthy illness.
He was born on February 4, 1933, in Centennial, a son of the late Homer and Olympe (Goodreau) Perreault.
After attending the local schools, he joined the National Guard. Later, he enlisted in the U.S. Air Force during the Korean War.
He met and married Barbara Joe Hamm on June 28, 1952 in Fort Worth, Texas. In 2007, they celebrated their 55th anniversary.
Formerly employed by the C&H Mines, he later returned to school and obtained an associates degree in Forestry from Michigan Tech. He then worked for the DNR, Connor Forestry, Goodman, and retired from Louisiana Pacific.
Cliff was an avid fisherman and hunter who had a wide variety of interests. He was a jack of all trades who loved working outside. He was a talented wood craftsman and donated handmade toys to local charities for many years. He enjoyed playing horseshoes and cards, especially cribbage, and for years hosted a cribbage club at his home. He served as a Boy Scout Leader for Troop 200 of the old Sacred Heart School, He also coached women’s softball and enjoyed bowling.
He was preceded in death by his parents; a son, James; brothers, Raymond, Walter and Leo; and sisters, Agnes and Eunice.
Surviving are his wife, Barbara; children, Jennie, Homer, Carolyn (Charles), George, Roger, Clifford (Darcy); grandchildren, Linda (Mike), Dave, Christopher (Barb), Samantha (Aron), Amanda (Kurt), James, Daniel, Nicole, Sarah (Julio), Jessica (Jeff), Jason (Adria), Sara (John) and Nathan; great-grandchildren, Markus, Alex, Faith, Kali, Taylor, Zander, Sylas, John and Eliza; sisters-in-law, Charmaine and Hilka; numerous nieces, nephews, cousins; and special friends, Nancy Rule and Phoebe Wienke.
Funeral services will be held on Saturday, February 9, 2008, at 11 a.m. in the Erickson Crowley Funeral Home in Calumet with Fr. Wayne Marcotte to officiate. Burial will be in the Calvary Cemetery in Ahmeek.
Friends may call at the Erickson Crowley Funeral Home on Friday from 4 to 8 p.m.
Friends may leave condolences for the family at ericksoncrowley.com.
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CENTENNIAL — Clifford R. B. Perreault, 75, a resident of Centennial Location, passed away on Tuesday, February 5, 2008, at his home following a lengthy illness.
He was born on February 4, 1933, in Centennial, a son of the late Homer and Olympe (Goodreau) Perreault.
After attending the local schools, he joined the National Guard. Later, he enlisted in the U.S. Air Force during the Korean War.
He met and married Barbara Joe Hamm on June 28, 1952 in Fort Worth, Texas. In 2007, they celebrated their 55th anniversary.
Formerly employed by the C&H Mines, he later returned to school and obtained an associates degree in Forestry from Michigan Tech. He then worked for the DNR, Connor Forestry, Goodman, and retired from Louisiana Pacific.
Cliff was an avid fisherman and hunter who had a wide variety of interests. He was a jack of all trades who loved working outside. He was a talented wood craftsman and donated handmade toys to local charities for many years. He enjoyed playing horseshoes and cards, especially cribbage, and for years hosted a cribbage club at his home. He served as a Boy Scout Leader for Troop 200 of the old Sacred Heart School, He also coached women’s softball and enjoyed bowling.
He was preceded in death by his parents; a son, James; brothers, Raymond, Walter and Leo; and sisters, Agnes and Eunice.
Surviving are his wife, Barbara; children, Jennie, Homer, Carolyn (Charles), George, Roger, Clifford (Darcy); grandchildren, Linda (Mike), Dave, Christopher (Barb), Samantha (Aron), Amanda (Kurt), James, Daniel, Nicole, Sarah (Julio), Jessica (Jeff), Jason (Adria), Sara (John) and Nathan; great-grandchildren, Markus, Alex, Faith, Kali, Taylor, Zander, Sylas, John and Eliza; sisters-in-law, Charmaine and Hilka; numerous nieces, nephews, cousins; and special friends, Nancy Rule and Phoebe Wienke.
Funeral services will be held on Saturday, February 9, 2008, at 11 a.m. in the Erickson Crowley Funeral Home in Calumet with Fr. Wayne Marcotte to officiate. Burial will be in the Calvary Cemetery in Ahmeek.
Friends may call at the Erickson Crowley Funeral Home on Friday from 4 to 8 p.m.
Friends may leave condolences for the family at ericksoncrowley.com.
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Cribbage at 104...
From CadillacNews.com
"Anna Norman celebrates 104 years
By Mardi Suhs
Anna Norma was born at the dawn of the twentieth century when the life expectancy was about 48 years. On Feb. 9 Anna will celebrate her 104th birthday. She discusses what she thinks it takes to live such a long live. And she shows off her hand in a mean game of cribbage."
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Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Estrella Damm Cribbage League
From the Costa Blanca Leader online:
"Oh what it is to be happy, my Tavern "B" team won for the second time in 11 weeks. Our secret for success is that we played with 3 new packs of cards provided by Bill and Sue and they seem to have changed our luck. Long may it continue? We didn’t move up the league but we feel a lot better. Dorothy’s Porterhouse were overwhelmed and from our normal losing position at 4-2 we managed to win the last 3 games."
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Tuesday, February 5, 2008
A Eulogy to Robert Taylor... cribbage player
From the Gloucester Daily Times - MA, USA
Jim Rees, on behalf of he and his wife, Mary, made the following presentation at the First Baptist Church in Rockport at the Feb. 2 memorial service of the late Robert Taylor.
"I first met Bob over nine years ago under very trying circumstances. I was very ill and frankly the medical community could not help. Bob Taylor had a huge hand in helping me get well again. In the process Bob became like a second father to me and a very trusted friend to the entire family.
During the first three years of our friendship we would see each other almost every day usually for three to five hours. I was very fortunate that I found someone who had all the skills that Bob had who could also devote the time needed to help me get well again.
But, what I'm telling most of you about Bob, you already know. He was a man who would give selflessly of himself in order to help others. For those of you who didn't know Bob well here is a brief list of the ways in which Bob helped out in the community over the years.
· He worked as a counselor with both NUVA in Gloucester and the Veterans Administration Hospital in Buffalo, NY.
· He worked with Wellspring
· He volunteered at the Middleton Correctional Facility
· He cooked suppers at Trinity church
· He volunteered at the food pantry and with other institutions where people needed help
· He assisted countless people associated with AA, helping to heal entire families.
· Lastly, he would listen to anyone, friend or stranger, who was having problems and do what he could to help them
Now here are some things most of you probably didn’t know about Bob. Did you know that he was a triple threat? I’m not talking about singing, dancing and acting. I mean the big three.
1. Golf
2. Cribbage
3. and Pool
Let me explain:
Bob was a member of the New England PGA during the 1950s and '60s. As a teenager he caddied and would play for hours at his home course in Reading, one time winning the club championship. When we first met we would play some of the local courses and as Bob got older our golfing time was spent watching it on TV together.
Regarding cribbage, I don’t think there was a cribbage tournament held in the North Shore that Bob didn’t enter. I know that whenever I went over to his apartment we would play cribbage for hours. He was a very accomplished player who won some tournaments and usually finished up near the top.
And finally pool. Bob and I must have hit every pool hall on the North Shore. I’m not talking about once in a while. I mean 3-4 times a week. It was during one of these games, as Bob was about to run the table and win the match, he looked up at me and said, “You know I have a nickname”. He then calmly made the shot, looking at me the whole time, and finished by saying, “its Hollywood”. For those of you who don’t know there was a famous movie actor named Robert Taylor …
Another part of Bob you may or may not have known about was his love of parakeets. Bob lived in a two-bedroom apartment with a separate kitchen and living room. The living room was actually an aviary. Some people have a parakeet or two they keep in a cage. Bob had 17 that he hatched from eggs who had free range of the living room. Not only that, each had its own name and distinct personality.
When I first met Bob we would meet in his living room. The birds would all be lined up on the curtain rods silently gawking at me, the interloper. It was a little bit spooky. As the birds became more familiar with me they would compete with me for Bob’s attention by trying to squawk louder than I was talking.
But it gets better. One night, a snowstorm left me stranded over Bob’s apartment and the only place to sleep was on the couch in …the living room. By the way I hate birds but never told Bob this. During the night I could hear the birds talking to one another and sometimes would hear them fly through the room. When dawn came and I awoke there were parakeets watching me from the curtain rods, parakeets on the floor surrounding the couch, parakeets roosting on my chest and as I turned my head there were, yes, 2 parakeets staring at me on my pillow. I never spent another night at Bob’s again.
As Bob got older the friendship that had developed between us evolved. As a result of the life skills that Bob imparted to me, I was now able to be of help to Bob when he needed it. A perfect example of this was when Sylvia, Bob’s longtime companion, became increasingly ill in the last couple of years of her life. When Bob needed someone to talk things out he now could turn to me. When Sylvia died Bob was heart broken but he was not alone. All the people that he had helped in the past were now there for him. That’s what Bob taught us all. To be there for others in need.
In the last week of Bob’s life we were talking. Out of no where Bob mentioned a few people that were very dear to him. He suggested to me that I should check up on them occasionally. Bob had never mentioned this before. After the fire this was the first thing I thought about. It was almost as if Bob had had a premonition of things to come and was giving me his last instruction.
You hear people talking about legacies, typically politicians. These are usually empty, self-centered goals and ambitions. Bob’s legacies, however, are the people in this church today. His quiet, gentile spirit lives on in the people he knew. The individuals he helped in AA. The people that he helped along the way expecting nothing in return. These people will perpetuate the guiding principals that Bob taught them and he himself lived by.
· Live one day at a time
· Progress not perfection
· Give freely what has been given to you
· Live life on life’s terms
· And always help someone in need
These ideals have stood the test of time and made Bob Taylor the man that he was."
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Jim Rees, on behalf of he and his wife, Mary, made the following presentation at the First Baptist Church in Rockport at the Feb. 2 memorial service of the late Robert Taylor.
"I first met Bob over nine years ago under very trying circumstances. I was very ill and frankly the medical community could not help. Bob Taylor had a huge hand in helping me get well again. In the process Bob became like a second father to me and a very trusted friend to the entire family.
During the first three years of our friendship we would see each other almost every day usually for three to five hours. I was very fortunate that I found someone who had all the skills that Bob had who could also devote the time needed to help me get well again.
But, what I'm telling most of you about Bob, you already know. He was a man who would give selflessly of himself in order to help others. For those of you who didn't know Bob well here is a brief list of the ways in which Bob helped out in the community over the years.
· He worked as a counselor with both NUVA in Gloucester and the Veterans Administration Hospital in Buffalo, NY.
· He worked with Wellspring
· He volunteered at the Middleton Correctional Facility
· He cooked suppers at Trinity church
· He volunteered at the food pantry and with other institutions where people needed help
· He assisted countless people associated with AA, helping to heal entire families.
· Lastly, he would listen to anyone, friend or stranger, who was having problems and do what he could to help them
Now here are some things most of you probably didn’t know about Bob. Did you know that he was a triple threat? I’m not talking about singing, dancing and acting. I mean the big three.
1. Golf
2. Cribbage
3. and Pool
Let me explain:
Bob was a member of the New England PGA during the 1950s and '60s. As a teenager he caddied and would play for hours at his home course in Reading, one time winning the club championship. When we first met we would play some of the local courses and as Bob got older our golfing time was spent watching it on TV together.
Regarding cribbage, I don’t think there was a cribbage tournament held in the North Shore that Bob didn’t enter. I know that whenever I went over to his apartment we would play cribbage for hours. He was a very accomplished player who won some tournaments and usually finished up near the top.
And finally pool. Bob and I must have hit every pool hall on the North Shore. I’m not talking about once in a while. I mean 3-4 times a week. It was during one of these games, as Bob was about to run the table and win the match, he looked up at me and said, “You know I have a nickname”. He then calmly made the shot, looking at me the whole time, and finished by saying, “its Hollywood”. For those of you who don’t know there was a famous movie actor named Robert Taylor …
Another part of Bob you may or may not have known about was his love of parakeets. Bob lived in a two-bedroom apartment with a separate kitchen and living room. The living room was actually an aviary. Some people have a parakeet or two they keep in a cage. Bob had 17 that he hatched from eggs who had free range of the living room. Not only that, each had its own name and distinct personality.
When I first met Bob we would meet in his living room. The birds would all be lined up on the curtain rods silently gawking at me, the interloper. It was a little bit spooky. As the birds became more familiar with me they would compete with me for Bob’s attention by trying to squawk louder than I was talking.
But it gets better. One night, a snowstorm left me stranded over Bob’s apartment and the only place to sleep was on the couch in …the living room. By the way I hate birds but never told Bob this. During the night I could hear the birds talking to one another and sometimes would hear them fly through the room. When dawn came and I awoke there were parakeets watching me from the curtain rods, parakeets on the floor surrounding the couch, parakeets roosting on my chest and as I turned my head there were, yes, 2 parakeets staring at me on my pillow. I never spent another night at Bob’s again.
As Bob got older the friendship that had developed between us evolved. As a result of the life skills that Bob imparted to me, I was now able to be of help to Bob when he needed it. A perfect example of this was when Sylvia, Bob’s longtime companion, became increasingly ill in the last couple of years of her life. When Bob needed someone to talk things out he now could turn to me. When Sylvia died Bob was heart broken but he was not alone. All the people that he had helped in the past were now there for him. That’s what Bob taught us all. To be there for others in need.
In the last week of Bob’s life we were talking. Out of no where Bob mentioned a few people that were very dear to him. He suggested to me that I should check up on them occasionally. Bob had never mentioned this before. After the fire this was the first thing I thought about. It was almost as if Bob had had a premonition of things to come and was giving me his last instruction.
You hear people talking about legacies, typically politicians. These are usually empty, self-centered goals and ambitions. Bob’s legacies, however, are the people in this church today. His quiet, gentile spirit lives on in the people he knew. The individuals he helped in AA. The people that he helped along the way expecting nothing in return. These people will perpetuate the guiding principals that Bob taught them and he himself lived by.
· Live one day at a time
· Progress not perfection
· Give freely what has been given to you
· Live life on life’s terms
· And always help someone in need
These ideals have stood the test of time and made Bob Taylor the man that he was."
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